Some years ago my husband built a large wooden sailboat in...

Some years ago my husband built a large wooden sailboat in an area in back of our house. One summer evening he was lining the boat with boiling pitch that he was ladling from a trough. He stumbled, and when he thrust his hand forward to catch himself, it went deep into the hot liquid. The injury was severe. He covered his hand with a cloth and came up to our bedroom.

My books, the Bible and a copy of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, were spread out on my bed, and I was engrossed in the study of Christian Science. I was glimpsing the goodness and allness of God, Truth, and of man made in His image.

When my husband appeared in the doorway his face was ashen. He told me briefly what had happened. I assured him he was secure—that nothing destructive could touch his real spiritual selfhood. He lay down, and the pain stopped. Then he fell quietly asleep in a few minutes.

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